So, here it is! My first full-length HTF fanfic, featuring my tail-kicking OC Lucky and my half-OC Cthulhu. I say half-OC because he is an actual character in the show, but he's way different in terms of personality. No sir, he doesn't always just go nuts and kill; sometimes he's a lot more...calculating (shifty eyes). If you think that my calling him an OC is a violation of copyright issues, just let me know (in a civilized manner, please), and I'll take it back.

Yes, there will be FlippyFlaky in this fic. Also, a word about Lucky. She is a little less anthropomorphized than the others, so she likes to use her claws, and when she's showing off or needs to run really fast, she goes on all fours like a normal little kitty cat. But that doesn't mean she can't go medieval on your sorry butt if you happen to piss her off. Beware, Disco Bear...

At your disposal (sort of),

Adderstar of ValorClan

P.S.: Flamers will be thrown in an iron cage with Cthulhu. BLEAH! .

Deep grooves were forming in the forest floor, and the little red porcupine was beginning to feel a little raw under her feet. Wisely she submitted to the rabbit's strong pull and started walking. But it wouldn't stop her from protesting.

"Cuddles, I don't want to…"

"Aw, c'mon Flaky, it'll be fun!" The yellow rabbit, Cuddles, answered.

Flaky pulled her paw out of his grip. "The last time you said that, you ended up getting mauled by piranhas, sharks, and a whale. Then there was that time you lost the front of your body, and I got skinned, by the water slides. Remember? And who could possibly forget the roller coaster incident…"

"Hey, the roller coaster didn't kill you!" Cuddles argued.

She glared at him. "Yeah, it killed you."

Cuddles opened his mouth to retort, but could find nothing to say. "Well…you… have to…use dandruff shampoo!" he shot back, knowing it was a stupid comeback.

"Every time I try, I impale my paws!" Flaky replied testily.

Still trying to find a good comeback, Cuddles resorted to screaming.

"BOO!" Then he blinked, and Flaky was nowhere to be seen, besides a cloud of dandruff flakes that still retained her shape.

Feeling a little bad about it, Cuddles resumed his walk to Lumpy's Theme Park of Discombobulating Madness. He didn't really know what discombobulating meant, but if it was a theme park, then it must be something positive. As he neared the park, his foot squelched in something. Meh, must be mud.

Even though she knew Cuddles was kidding, Flaky kept running. Her eyes were shut (not a good idea if you're running). This was a common practice for Flaky; run until she was too tired to be scared anymore.

"Oof!" Flaky stumbled over a root and crashed into someone. "Sorry!" she said quickly. Then she recognized a familiar green-furred face, and bitter experience had forced her to flinch without even meaning to.

Her obstacle's eyes widened, and for a split second, Flippy looked genuinely hurt.

"Th-that's okay," he replied, knowing exactly why she had recoiled.

Looking at him, Flaky was startled by the odd look in his small black eyes. They were unhappy and haunted, identical to the look he always had when remembering whatever he had gone through in the war, usually right before he started killing everyone.

Flaky took an automatic step backward. "Are you feeling okay?"

Blinking owlishly, Flippy shook his head, and the look was gone. "I'm not about to go crazy, if that's what you're afraid of. He's not in my head anymore, remember?"

The porcupine relaxed visibly. "Do you think he's gone for good?" she asked cautiously.

Flippy looked down at his feet as though the answer was written in the grass. "No," he said finally. "I don't think he's gone He's not in me anymore, but he isn't gone. But I guess I should count my blessings, huh? But how's Cuddles? He's usually dragging you off somewhere you don't want to be."

"He's off to Lumpy's new theme park," Flaky answered. Flippy chuckled; his previous emotions had worn off.

"Now this I gotta see," he said cheerfully. "There's nobody like Cuddles for brightening someone's day, eh Flaky?" He turned to go.

"I'll see you later, I guess," Flaky called after him, and was surprised when he gave her the "Rock on" sign. Snorting with laughter (not something she did on a regular basis), Flaky headed home to make sure Nutty wasn't raiding her pantry again.

Flaky hadn't been the only one running. Someone else was dashing through the woods, but more out of common sense than fear. Despite her desperation-fueled speed, the green-eyed black cat managed to keep her four-leafed clover tucked behind her left ear. And boy, Lucky was livid.

It had started with her simply minding her own business, going about her normal activities, but then that lunatic in an army outfit had decided to jump her. As mentioned before, she was highly irritated.

"You really are an idiot!" she spat over her shoulder. "Don't you know what I am?" She tripped over a root and landed flat on her face. Oops. Her pursuer caught up easily and kicked her in the side, forcing her to roll over onto her back.

The assailant was a small pale green bear with a darker green beret, a camouflage uniform, and dog tags around his neck. His mouth was twisted into a bloodthirsty grin, displaying a mouthful of sharp teeth. His eyes were glowing insanely with a glinting blue color. But in actuality, most of his fur was stained reddish brown in a splatter pattern with green underneath. Lucky could only tell that the red was blood because his fur reeked of death.

"Yeah, I know what you are," he snarled, licking the blade of a Bowie knife he had drawn from his pocket. "You're a dead cat."

The black feline's irises were reddening when she winked at him. "50 percent is an F, y'know," she said amiably before kicking him in the shins and leaping up.

With a crazed howl, the green bear charged at her and stopped briefly to swing his knife. Lucky sidestepped casually and swiped at his face with an unsheathed claw. The force of the blow snapped his head to one side. Letting a low growl grate in his throat, he slowly turned his slashed face forward again.

It was then that Lucky realized her sidestep had only momentarily moved her out of the way of the gleaming knife, because she now found herself backed up against a large tree without anywhere to run without risking death. There was nothing for it now but to wait for a little…

Luck.

She dropped to all fours, arched her back, and fluffed up her black fur. Her lips were pulled back to reveal her own teeth, her ears were flat against her head, and her eyes were now fully red. She looked just as ferocious as the insane bear who was intent on killing her.

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to corner an angry cat?" she hissed.

The bear was about to growl back an insult when a cold, angry voice made them both turn.

"You."

And identical bear, only with completely green fur, larger black eyes, and chipmunk-like front teeth, was standing about ten feet away. Lucky was struck by his hateful gaze that seemed to intensify every second.

Lucky took advantage of the insane one's distraction to strike his other cheek with her claws. Wasting no time, she shot up the tree and watched from a high branch.

Her would-be killer growled, irritated, and turned to the new comer. "Aw, look at that, Goody-Goody, you made me lose a kill." He toyed with the Bowie knife.

"I'd thank you to call me Flippy, thank you very much," the identical bear, apparently named Flippy, replied tersely.

"If you ain't careful, I'll soon be calling you dead," Flippy's twin retorted lazily.

"You don't scare me, Cthulhu," Flippy snapped, but his eyes betrayed his mortal terror. "I'm past fear." He strode forward purposely until he was up in Cthulhu's face. With contempt in his eyes, Flippy looked him up and down before finally remarking, "Keeping busy, I take it?"

Lucky's tail tip twitched involuntarily. Oh, great. It twitched again. This happened rarely, because her curse mostly struck at random. But sometimes the tip of her tail would warn her.

"Uh…hey you," she called down at the one who wasn't trying to kill her. He stared up questioningly. "Yeah, you. Flippy, is it? I don't mean to be rude, but you're gonna have to scram. Go about five yards to the left."

"Why?"

"Just do it. Lemme get a crack at this jerk."

Mystified, yet still wary, Flippy stepped away. The demonic-looking Cthulhu stared up balefully as she balanced on the branch and began to spit insults.

"So, Cthulhu," she began calmly. "Lovecraft's monster, right? To say that the name fits you perfectly would be a great injustice..." Cthulhu smirked at what he assumed was compliment, until Lucky added, "...to the monster, that is."

Cthulhu growled menacingly, and Flippy snorted loudly with amusement. Encouraged, Lucky continued her barrage.

"But then, slap a couple of tentacles on your already horrendous face, and you'll do the poor beast some justice, you festering little reptile."

The bear's green eyes widened with anger, and he snarled hatefully. He was having a hard time concealing his fury, and Flippy was doing an equally poor job hiding his laughter behind both paws. His eyes were streaming with the effort.

"I'll tear you apart!" Cthulhu hurled his Bowie knife at her, but rage threw of his aim. The knife struck the branch between Lucky's feet, slicing a section clean off. Lucky danced nimbly onto another limb.

"You'll have to do better than that, Butterfingers," she taunted.

Cthulhu had retrieved his knife, but it was useless against the falling bathtub that plummeted out of the sky and landed on him.

Lucky performed a wild spinning kick. "KEE-YAH!"

"How'd you do that?" Flippy stared at her. "Did you do that?"

"Yeah, I did that," Lucky answered matter-of-factly. "All I had to do was walk past him."

"Huh?"

"I'm a black cat, you know," she replied. Her face fell suddenly. "It's my curse. Everyone I walk by ends up with bad luck. It's useful against jerks like him, but happens to people I like, too."

Instinctively Flippy took a large step farther away from her.

"See that?" Lucky gestured at him. "Sometimes I wish I'd been born a calico. Or maybe a ginger tabby. That would have been cool."

A grunt from beneath the bathtub made them both stare at it in astonishment. The red-spattered bathroom fixture flew through the air, and Cthulhu hauled himself to his feet. He was bleeding all over, but his voice was oddly calm.

"Y'know, maybe I'm going about this wrong," Cthulhu said slyly, more to Flippy than to Lucky. Flippy remained completely motionless as Cthulhu sidled up to him and started circling him like a wolf. "And maybe you are too. 'Cause we had some good times, didn't we, Flip? You can't possibly say you didn't enjoy the feeling of a good ol' Arkansas toothpick ripping through flesh. You can't say you weren't exhilarated by the salty taste of somebody else's blood." Flippy glared hatefully, but said nothing. Taking this as a sign that more persuasion was needed, Cthulhu persisted. "Ah, good times… Remember when we slaughtered those two thieving raccoons when they tried to rob us?

Flippy shifted uncomfortably, and a sick look crossed his face.

"And remember that time we killed everyone at the movie theater?" Cthulhu continued. "You have to admit it was fun."

A strangled half-sob escaped Flippy's mouth. Lucky knew she should do something, but curiosity and strange fear rooted her feet to the spot. This Cthulhu guy could make you think a bluebird was an antelope, the way he talked. Hopefully he couldn't convince Flippy of whatever it was that he was trying to convince him of.

"And then there was that time we smashed Cuddles' face off with a rock, strangled Giggles with his intestines, and burned Flaky alive in that sleeping bag. Don't ya remember how fun it was to see the bag thrash for a while before going still? Wasn't it a great feeling to hear her scream—urgh!"

Flippy's clenched paw had moved so fast that Lucky had blinked and missed it. The lightning-fast blow effectively smashed Cthulhu in the face and sent him spinning crazily into a tree trunk. He recovered quickly and sprang up again. Flippy was up in his face again, emphasizing his words with periodic shoves.

"You…know…nothing!" Flippy snarled. "That's your side of it. You don't know—can't possibly know—what it's like to crouch in the back of your mind and just watch as people you know, friends you care about, are slaughtered at your own hands! You don't know what it's like when people look at you like a monster and avoid you as much as they can, because they'll afraid you'll kill them. You don't know what it's like when someone you love is being murdered in front of you, and you look down and see that you're the one doing it to her…" His voice trailed off; obviously he had said something he hadn't meant to say.

A grin of triumph crossed Cthulhu's face. "I knew it," he sneered. "I always knew how you felt about that spiky little pansy. You pathetic little custard-hearted milksop, I toldja you were weak."

"Hey, Flippy, I heard the commotion, and I…AAAAAAAAAAUUGGGH!" The yellow rabbit that had just arrived now hid behind a tree. He looked like he had fought a duel with a thorn tree and lost; his entire body was lined with cuts and scratches.

"Stuff it!" Lucky warned.

The rabbit was now hyperventilating into a brown paper bag, saying in a muffled voice, "He's…back…we're…doomed!"

Suddenly, something in Lucky's mind clicked. A rabbit…

To test her theory, she ran to pass by him. Nothing happened. Yes, very good.

ARRGH! Stop thinking about your stupid luck! she told herself. Flippy and Cthulhu were forehead-to-forehead glaring at each other, and each of them looked ready to kill the other.

Then things got interesting.

A small red porcupine, covered in dusty-looking white flakes, happened by, at first only noticing the rabbit. "Cuddles!" she sighed, rolling her eyes. "I won't say I didn't warn you about the theme par—CTHULHU?"

"Hello, Flaky," the blood-covered bear snarled in greeting. "We were just talking about you. DIE!"

Several things happened at once. Cthulhu rushed at Flippy, knife upraised; Flippy screamed at Flaky to run; Lucky dashed forward just in time to trip the Flaky's pursuer; Cuddles popped the paper bag and passed out.

Lucky for everyone, Cthulhu had been traveling at a high speed and was now carried through the air by his momentum. Flaky was still fleeing for her life when Cthulhu struck her back and bounced off with several red quills piercing him. For an instant he crouched on all fours, staring at the four gathered there with fiery hatred in his eyes. After a fleeting moment of this, he limped off toward the edge of the forest. The rest of them watched him go, still shaken. Cuddles came to slowly.

"Something's wrong." Lucky turned, astonished, to Flippy as soon as these words left his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded. "We just chased that guy away and got off scot-free! What do you mean, something's wrong?"

"I've known him longer than you have," Flippy replied in a shuddering voice. "It's not like him to just give up kills like this. He's planning something. Back when he was in my head, he would just kill everything with anything. He'd set a few traps, but he would never plan anything."

"Well, who's up for following and finding out?" Lucky said dryly. "I'm not. There's really nothing we can do about it right now."

"She…has a point…ya know," Cuddles backed her woozily, looking lightheaded from blood loss (and from passing out).

The rabbit caught sight of Lucky's quizzical glance, and answered the unasked question. "Parade at the theme park… the confetti was actually bits of colored glass.

Meanwhile, Flaky was watching them with wide, horrified eyes. She was crouched on all fours on the ground, trembling so violently that dandruff dust was flying off her like a miniature snowstorm. Flippy approached her carefully.

"You okay, Flaky?" he said sympathetically. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" As he got up close to her, she threw herself at him. Shocked, Flippy almost fell backward as the terror-stricken porcupine clung to him frantically. She rested the side of her head against his chest, and her tears soaked through his camouflage jacket.

With tenderness in his eyes, Flippy returned her hug. Her sharp quills pricked his paws, but he ignored the stinging as he held her close as she sobbed over and over again, "He's back…he's back."

That's right, Flippy, give her a hug... Hooray for FlippyFlaky romance! 8D